Brotherhood Bar-Talks

[REB]

I slightly unkempt man felt the need to wet his whistle. Walking along some impoverished street on Planet Crete he happened into this bar. As he walks in the piano immediately stops playing and everyone drops what they are doing and looks his way.

"Hola!" he yells, trying to be friendly to the locals. "I am Reb from the Junkers. Peace, brothers!"

Rather than being welcomed with open arms, he is slightly put off by the grim patrons glowering back at him. Some hands move to sidearms while others close into fists.

"Um... I fought with the Brotherhood today. We downed 12 Bounty Hunters!"

The Corsairs are not impressed. A voice up the back growls, "Who dares use the good name of the Brotherhood?"

Reb tries one last tack before high-tailing it out of there. "I am to be your guest on this fine planet for a while... until I can raise the money for a better shield and weapons upgrade. It appears I managed to get myself onto the BHG's number-1 hit list!"

The voice up the back says, "Well Junker, it appears you're a Corsair now!" and a cheer goes up from the crowd. On the way to the bar Reb receives many heavy pats on the back.